AN: Hey guys! So, this'll be the last chapter of this story. I'm sorry in advance for the way it ends and I promise in the future I will put more time into my stories. The main reason I ended this was because I have had many ideas recently for new fanfics and it's just too hard to work on this one which had no plan (it was kinda just a spur of the moment thing I went with). I'd like to thank everyone who read, followed, and especially reviewed. You guys don't know how happy you made me. Anyway, IT'S TIME FOR THE LAST CHAPTER.

The doctor had a kind face and was carrying a mug that said doctor of the year, yet Sam still wanted to punch him. Dean was going to be ok. That was the first thing he had said to Sam, and though Sam was grateful, the phrase was followed by a list of reasons why Dean may not be ok. He concluded by saying. "Even so, we are very hopeful about his condition." Sam was two seconds away from slamming the short man against the pristine hospital wall and demanding to know whether or not Dean was going to live. Luckily a nurse stepped in.

"Uhh, Excuse me. Mr. Winchester, Dr. Brower." Sam had used their real names this time in case...

"Dean Winchester has awakened and is responsive," she turned to Sam, "He's asking for you."

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Dean hurt everywhere, at least, everywhere that wasn't completely numbed up from anesthetics and pain meds. The minute he had woken up he knew something was wrong. He hadn't made it to heaven the pain was too intense. He scrunched is still closed eyes together and called out, "Sam. Sammy." No one responded. He wasn't sure if anyone could here him. He wasn't even sure if there was anyone there to hear him. Maybe he had died. He'd always wondered where the Winchesters would end up. Sam always said they would go to heaven. He was sure of it. But maybe he was wrong. Dean sucked in a quick pain filled breath and tried again. "Sammy. Sam! Anyone!"

"I'm here, Dean I'm here." Sammy's voice was better than any of the quack's meds and immediately the pain seemed almost bearable.

"Thank god." Dean rasped, "I thought, I thought I was in hell."

"No, Oh god no. Dean, you're in a hospital. You were hit by a car." Dean struggled to comprehend this information. Fuck. He hadn't remembered what'd happened. He'd figured hunt gone wrong most likely. Hopefully he'd killed the son of a bitch before collapsing. But... Really. Hit by a car. Dean Winchester was hospitalized, not by the demon they took down last week, not by the vamps before that, not by the banshee before that , but my a freaking car.

He blinked a few times, wincing at the pain but knowing it was nothing he couldn't handle. "You know we don't do hospitals."

"Dean! You were bleeding and you-"

"Just saying, I'm not gonna be the one to earn the money to pay for this little visit. That's right Sammy, Brother Dean's gonna teach you how to hustle!" Dean flashed a smile and winked.

Sam smiled back, lines of worry slowly easing from his face. Dean was ok. Really and truly ok. The Winchesters were back in business, baby.

Endnotes: Hey, so, um, it's over. Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah, that's pretty much it. Plz review. New fanfic out soon I hope. Keep your fingers crossed. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.